Dehradun, a picturesque city nestled in the verdant valleys of Uttarakhand, lay shrouded in dense fog, blurring the line between afternoon and evening. The mist hung heavy in the air, promising rain, while the streets lay deserted, the cold driving most indoors.
Inside a bustling hospital, a beautiful young woman gently administered an injection to a frightened little girl. "Beta , you're a brave girl. There's nothing to fear. It won't hurt at all," she soothed, her voice a balm to the child's anxiety. But the girl, eyes wide with fear, whimpered, "No, this... this is very scary," and began to cry.
With a warm smile, the young woman placed a comforting hand on the girl's head and produced a piece of chocolate from her pocket. "I'll give you this on one condition: you have to take the injection without fuss," she bargainedThe child, still hesitant, reluctantly nodded. The young woman administered the injection with expert ease, her smile never faltering.
"See, it didn't hurt at all," she said, wiping away the girl's tears and handing her the chocolate. Just then, a voice called out, "Dr. Vani," and the young woman turned to see her friend standing impatiently with hands on her hips.
This young doctor-in-training was Vanshika Sharma, known as Vani, a 23-year-old intern at Doon Medical Collegelong thick brown hair, and a height of 5'6", Vani was strikingly beautiful. Her only close friend was Pooja Roy, who now stood before her.
Vani smiled, understanding Pooja's impatience. "Just two minutes, let me grab my bag," she promised.
"It's been two hours since our shift ended," Pooja grumbled. "Your doctor duties are never-ending. The weather is turning worse, and it's going to snow. We should have gone to my place already."
Vani sighed, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Happy now?"Pooja's expression softened. "Alright, I forgive you, but on one condition," she said playfully.
"What condition?" Vani asked, narrowing her eyes.
Pooja's eyes sparkled with excitement. "There's a tarot card reader just ten minutes away from the hospital. I heard She's quite famous. Let's go!"
Vani rolled her eyes. "We are not going," she declared.
"Why not?" Pooja demanded.
"Because if any of that stuff is true, then you must be crazy," Vani replied.
"I don't care," Pooja insisted. "We're going. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. If you don't come, I'll drag you there myself."Vani sighed deeply. "Alright, fine. Let's go."
Meanwhile, in a remote, fog-enshrouded area surrounded by dense forest, a handsome young man sat in the basement of a derelict warehouse. At 28, Rudra Pratap Singh exuded a dangerous aura. With his fair complexion, dark eyes, muscular build, and a height of 6'3", he commanded attention. Next to him sat his childhood friend, Karan Roy.
Weapons lay strewn across a table in front of them, and a middle-aged man laughed nervously. "You have guts, Rudra Pratap, sitting here without any security," he said.
Rudra's expression remained impassive. Karan, however, smirked. "Mice hide in holes. Lions face their enemies head-on."The man laughed louder. "You think you're invincible? Look around. You're surrounded by my guards. I'll kill you both and feed your bodies to the dogs."
Karan chuckled. "Only a pig from a dirty drain talks like that. You're not a dog- dogs are loyal. You're a filthy pig."
Infuriated, the man pointed a gun at Karan. "I'll make you regret those words," he snarled.
Karan's smile didn't waver. "Try pulling the trigger."
To his horror, the man found the gun empty. Realization dawned as he noticed the guards were actually Rudra's men."You'll pay for this," the man spat. "But what about you? Even if you kill me, they'll find you." He pulled a device from his pocket and pressed a button.
"We're trapped," Karan warned. "They've traced our location."
Rudra's eyes blazed with fury. "Another betrayal," he hissed, grabbing a bottle of acid and pouring it over the man. The man's screams echoed through the warehouse.
"We have to go, Rudra. Now," Karan urged.
Rudra turned to his guards. "Burn him."
As the man writhed in agony, the guards doused him in petrol and set him ablaze. His screams were heart-wrenching. Rudra and Karan hurriedly made their exit just as...
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ISHQ IBAADAT
Romance"Ishq Ibaadat"Rudra Pratap Singh - a name that could make the underworld tremble with fear. His striking looks were matched only by his ruthlessness and stubbornness. For him, human lives were mere jokes, dispensable at his whim.On the other hand, V...
